...A Poem by Ookpikhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C2U-lL_qdTI
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. I don't know where this idea came from, . Looking back, I think it was there all along. . . But when I learned it had a name, . That Nietzsche took it from the Stoics, the Egyptians and the Hindus, . That it came from the Śramaṇas and the Brahmin, . I felt something in me change. . . I started to look for it - . All the while protecting doubt . And sheltering impossibility. . . This will happen again. . . We will do this all over, . Near if not exactly . The way we do it now. . . Nothing really changes. . . All that is, will be the same - . And when you wake into it, . From the womb, . The path you carve . Will be laid over tracks . That you took for yourself before. . . I will lose my arm again. . . I will fall in love again. . . I will know this, . All of it, . . Again. . . It will never stop, . Because eternity is not a line... . . It is a circle. . . If it's to be believed, . I will move, . Endure . And bleed - . . As Prometheus before the beak, . As Sisyphus upon the peak - . . Forever and again, . Here now and hereafter, . Again, . And then forever moreover to follow. . . This life we lead . Is not a dream; . . But it does recur. . . And Heaven and Hell, are simply the ramifications . Of the choices we make while we're here. . .
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